So they must make friends, and not be prejudiced, and go about fancying they knew everything there was to be known, because they didn't, not by a long way. And he warned them against the sin of romancing, and making up stories and fancying other people would believe them just because they were plausible and highly-coloured.
The Reluctant Dragon by Ernest H. Shepard.
“He” is Saint George, by the way.
I feel like that describes our whole society. We think we know everything. We make up stories that seem plausible, but are untrue.
Apparently, 1938 also had these problems, because Shepard was undoubtedly talking to his own generation. And it sounds like it was commentary on our lives today.
This is why I love older lit. This was a deleted book from my library, but I had a feeling it still had lots to say to people now. (I was right.)









